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 F all my life be but some deathly moving, Joy dragged from heaviness; Seeing my deep distress How doth Love’s spirit call me unto loving?

How summon up my heart for dalliance? When ’tis so sorrowful And manacled by sighs so mournfully That e’en the will for grace dare not advance? Weariness over all Spoileth that heart of power, despoiling me. And song, sweet laughter, and benignity Are grown three grievous sighs, Till all men’s careless eyes May see Death risen to my countenance.

Love that is born of loving like delight Within my heart sojourneth And fashions a new person from desire Yet toppleth down to vileness all his might, So all Love’s daring spurneth That man who knoweth service and its hire. For Love, then why doth he of me inquire? Only because he sees